Scattered Pearls

The clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry

& The older men who hit on Becky

Nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls

& We searched the best we could

For two entire songs we knelt & felt along

The place where we had stood

But we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls

& As we rode the bus home I thought surely

I'd wake up tomorrow just to find

That I had dreamed up everything

There'd still be pearls on a string

I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still

Have the cash that I had spent on drinks

Oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls

Mom don't cry they're only pearls